Trepidation As a child, I perceived the basement as one of the scariest places I had ever set foot in. My basement remained unfinished and the sump pump always operated because of the location of our domicile. My house is located where the water table existed above the foundation of our home. The noise of the sump pump sounded like a monster continuously drinking water. I also became afraid of the dark because I thought a scary creature lurked down in the deep abyss waiting for me. Whenever I would go to the basement, I would ask my dad to come with me because I was terrified of the sound coming from the metal pipes running in the ceiling. Throughout my childhood, I felt forever horrified of the basement because of the incidents I had confronted.
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In our new home, there were many rooms, bathrooms, chiffarobes, and sideboards. The entire house embraced my presence, everywhere that is, except the basement. Looking at the door itself gave me goosebumps making me shiver, so I tried avoiding the basement as often as I could. One day, I was playing games on the iPad on my couch when I heard a faint noise. I allegedly told my parents about this occurrence and they said, “Don’t be scared, the house is beginning to settle in. You may have just heard the water running through the pipes.” That evening, I snuck downstairs to have a late night snack; as I opened the refrigerator, I heard a tapping sound break the pin drop silence. I tried pinpointing the location of the sound by walking slowly across the kitchen. Trepidation washed over me as I realized the sound came from the basement. I moved like a snail to the door; I reached for the doorknob as my hand trembled and shivered with fear. Opening it, I saw the blackness of the depths below. I succinctly narrated this incident to my parents. “Mom and dad, I heard this scary tapping noise from the basement.” Again they had another comeback. My mom elucidated, “Jim the noise probably came from the sump pump or the heater downstairs.” I knew the actual truth, but I accepted their logical …show more content…
But now, I can just ask someone else.” What my mom said aggravated me because I knew that I was courageous and valiant. I said, “Mom, I will go downstairs.” Thinking I became brave at the moment, I became petrified afterwards. I started talking to myself and said, “Why did I just do that! I should have thought before I spoke. I now needed to face my biggest fear.” Luckily, it was the middle of the day and not too late. I walked to the door and took a big breath before my adventure; I turned the doorknob and it made a creaking noise. Opening the door, I turned the lights on and walked cautiously down the steps. Hearing sounds echo with my footsteps, sweat started trickling down my neck like a snake serpentining over a branch. I made my way to the shelf and observed my surroundings. The stillness of the basement gave me an eerie sensation; once I grabbed the cooler I heard a quiet whisper and I stood still with fear for a few seconds. As I ran upstairs, my heart beated fast and I felt terrified. Running upstairs seemed like a monster chasing me to the top and it felt like the longest minute of my life. After reaching the main floor, I was exhausted and almost started to cry. I gave the cooler to my mom and
In our new home, there were many rooms, bathrooms, chiffarobes, and sideboards. The entire house embraced my presence, everywhere that is, except the basement. Looking at the door itself gave me goosebumps making me shiver, so I tried avoiding the basement as often as I could. One day, I was playing games on the iPad on my couch when I heard a faint noise. I allegedly told my parents about this occurrence and they said, “Don’t be scared, the house is beginning to settle in. You may have just heard the water running through the pipes.” That evening, I snuck downstairs to have a late night snack; as I opened the refrigerator, I heard a tapping sound break the pin drop silence. I tried pinpointing the location of the sound by walking slowly across the kitchen. Trepidation washed over me as I realized the sound came from the basement. I moved like a snail to the door; I reached for the doorknob as my hand trembled and shivered with fear. Opening it, I saw the blackness of the depths below. I succinctly narrated this incident to my parents. “Mom and dad, I heard this scary tapping noise from the basement.” Again they had another comeback. My mom elucidated, “Jim the noise probably came from the sump pump or the heater downstairs.” I knew the actual truth, but I accepted their logical …show more content…
But now, I can just ask someone else.” What my mom said aggravated me because I knew that I was courageous and valiant. I said, “Mom, I will go downstairs.” Thinking I became brave at the moment, I became petrified afterwards. I started talking to myself and said, “Why did I just do that! I should have thought before I spoke. I now needed to face my biggest fear.” Luckily, it was the middle of the day and not too late. I walked to the door and took a big breath before my adventure; I turned the doorknob and it made a creaking noise. Opening the door, I turned the lights on and walked cautiously down the steps. Hearing sounds echo with my footsteps, sweat started trickling down my neck like a snake serpentining over a branch. I made my way to the shelf and observed my surroundings. The stillness of the basement gave me an eerie sensation; once I grabbed the cooler I heard a quiet whisper and I stood still with fear for a few seconds. As I ran upstairs, my heart beated fast and I felt terrified. Running upstairs seemed like a monster chasing me to the top and it felt like the longest minute of my life. After reaching the main floor, I was exhausted and almost started to cry. I gave the cooler to my mom and